Part 2: The Woman in Linda’s Car
A moment later, Gary knocked again.
“Debbie! Are you making that water from scratch?”
I opened the door a crack and handed him the glass.
“Thanks. Now, can we finally discuss this like adults?”
“Certainly. How long were you seeing your girlfriend before you moved out?”
He stiffened.
“Why bring that up?”
“Because you’re asking me to forget everything that happened.”
“Deb, I already admitted it was a mistake.”
“Did you tell her we were divorced?”
His hand froze around the glass.
“What?”
“Did you tell your girlfriend you’d already divorced me?”
He glanced toward Linda’s house.
“Can we talk inside? Your neighbor is nosy.”
“Answer the question.”
“I told her we were separated.”
Before I could reply, my phone buzzed.
Linda had sent a message.
Carol just showed me Rachel’s boyfriend. Debbie, it’s Gary. I’m bringing them over.
I read it twice.
Then I looked up.
Gary was watching me nervously.
“Who’s texting you?”
“Linda.”
“What’s she saying?”
“She found something interesting about your girlfriend.”
The color drained from his face.
“What does Linda know?”
“Apparently, more than I do.”
He immediately tried to shift his suitcase toward the doorway.
“Debbie, let’s go inside.”
“No. I think we’ll stay right here.”
A few minutes later, Linda’s car pulled into her driveway.
Two women climbed out beside her.
The moment Gary recognized one of them, his suitcase handle slipped from his fingers.
“No,” he whispered.
